Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2017 10:53:32 -0800
From: True Fan <truefanauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Priorities -- B2C14 (gay/young-friends)

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Priorities

Book 2 - Chapter 14 - Celebrations (Part 1)

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***

Once the Alliance was sorted, it was business as usual for a couple of
weeks. The holiday season was fast approaching and I had a few `special'
arrangements to make. Firstly, Roger and I talked Henri into preparing
Thanksgiving dinner for the orphanage. It would be held on the day before
Thanksgiving which would allow our extended family to gather on
Thanksgiving day for our feast.

Thanksgiving falls on Thursday, November 26, 2015 and Roger's 14th birthday
is on Saturday the 28th. I was going to try to make this the best birthday
he could possibly imagine. I won't bore you all with the details at this
point.

Once Roger's birthday is over, I have about three weeks to get everything I
need for Christmas accomplished. This being the first Christmas Roger and I
have had outside the orphanage, it's going to be special. Christmas is a
time where we should think about those who don't have all that we do, so
with this in mind, I asked Grandpa to help me buy new 2-in-1 tablet
computers for every boy at the orphanage since the computers they have are
pretty old. I also have some ideas for presents for some of the people in
Cody, Wyoming. In addition to presents I plan for the Bolt family, Patrick
has kept me up on developments with his friend Patrick Henry, the boy with
leukemia. I want to try to help his parents with all the medical bills they
must have, but I also want to get something for Patrick H. himself. I'll
have to talk to Daddy and Patrick to figure out the best thing to get him.
Then there are my two special friends from the orphanage, Alex & Nigel.

Dad has arranged for the two of them to spend Thanksgiving weekend with us
so they can attend Roger's birthday. We will pick them up when we have the
orphanage dinner and bring them back Sunday evening. I'm also trying to get
permission for them to spend the entire week beginning Christmas Eve
through New Year's with us.

All that aside, I need to get presents for my family members, Roger's
family, and I'd like to get something nice for Eric & Garrett and Ricky &
Robert. The younger two have really gotten into having a boyfriend. Makes
me wonder if that was how it was with Roger and I.

It's going to be a busy time, but that's half the fun!

*** ~~~ Nick ~~~ ***

Seeing Trevor grow, both physically and emotionally, has been a wonder.
Never in our wildest dreams did Bobby and I expect such a perfect son. He's
one of the most considerate people I've ever known. He's also not afraid to
be sensitive and loving; not just with those close to him, but he has
genuine compassion for those who are less fortunate than he is.

Becoming Headmaster of the Academy has proven to be one of the most
rewarding experiences of my life. Helping to shape those boys into the fine
men they appear to be becoming makes me so proud.

Beginning in January 1st will be starting the process to accept eleven boys
who will receive full scholarships to the Academy for the new school year
starting in late August. As a result of my accepting my position without
salary, the board has provided two. Bobby and I matched them and seven of
our student's parents provided one each. The criteria are still being
determined, but I'm looking forward to this process and seeing the result.

When Trevor came to Bobby and I with his plans for the orphanage for
Thanksgiving and Christmas, I don't think I could ever have been more
proud. The fact that he thinks of others needs before he does himself,
shows that we chose wisely when we adopted him.

I know what one of the things I am thankful for this year!

*** ~~~ Alex ~~~ ***

Nigel. Man, I grow to love that little imp more as each day passes. Our
relationship has grown so fast. About a week ago, he told everyone in the
dorm that he was gay and I was his boyfriend. He's still upset with me for
not doing everything he wants me to when we're in bed, but I vowed never to
do anything that could cause him harm. He's only twelve, and I'm nearly
fifteen; there are limits. Not to mention what our new roommate might think.

Mrs. Granger told us today that we've been invited to spend Thanksgiving
weekend with Trevor and Roger. She also told us that we have been approved
to spend a whole week with them for Christmas and New Year's! Nigel is so
excited! Seeing the shine of his smile makes everything worthwhile.

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***

My preparations for the holidays in full swing, it's time for the first of
those celebrations. Thanksgiving is a time where we are reminded of those
things that have happened during the past year for which we are most
thankful. I know what mine are, do you?

For the first time since Roger's adoption, we're entering the grounds of
the orphanage. I know in my mind there are many things going on. I'm
reminded of the first memory I have in the orphanage, the memory of a boy
who tried to make me feel welcome even if I didn't want to feel that way.
The boy who, no matter how hard I pushed him away, got that much closer. I
must have been deep in thought because Roger needed to physically prod me
to get my attention.

"Trevor? Is everything okay?" He asked, concern deeply etched into his face.

"Sorry, Babe. I was just remembering what it was like when I first came to
the orphanage. There was this boy who just wouldn't leave me alone!" I
smiled as I told him.

"Yes, I do remember a boy coming to the orphanage who was more interested
in feeling sorry for himself than for letting others help him. I wonder
what ever happened to him." Roger replied.

Our driver parked the limo and we, as a family, exited. Roger and I led our
respective parents toward the building and were approached by Mrs. Granger.

"Hello! Welcome back! My! Trevor, Roger, you two are looking great! I'm so
happy you two are thriving in your new homes. Misters King, Mr. & Mrs.
DuChamp, welcome. The boys are very excited to have this dinner provided.
If you would all follow me, I'll show you to the dining hall."

"Mrs. Granger? Is it okay if Roger and I walk on our own? We'd like to take
a run through the dorms and say hello to a few people. We will meet you in
the dining hall in a little bit," I asked.

"Of course, that is, as long as your parents don't mind," she replied,
deferring to our parents to give final permission.

Permission granted, Roger and I left the adults and headed upstairs to the
dorms. Our first stop, of course, was our old room. Alex and Nigel, along
with a new boy, Malcolm were there when we knocked. Once we'd entered, Alex
and Nigel gave us hugs before introducing their new roomie. Malcolm was
Nigel's age. He was shy and very soft spoken. He was waifish, with brown
hair and hazel eyes. He was quite a good looking boy. We would wait until
we had Alex and Nigel at our home before we would learn his entire story.

As we walked the halls, we were greeted by many of the boys. There were a
few who avoided us, but that was to be expected. The last week or so that
Roger was here wasn't a fun time for him. Many of the boys resented the
fact that the gay boys were being adopted while the `normal' boys weren't.
I can only imagine what Alex and especially Nigel have to contend with.

Our tour completed, we, along with many of the boys, made our way to the
dining hall. Henri's staff had prepared a feast which included all of the
traditional Thanksgiving fare. Turkey, Ham, potatoes (both candied yams and
mashed white), vegetables, cranberry sauce, 3 kinds of stuffing... in
addition to a huge assortment of desserts.

Each of the tables filled with boys dressed in their best. Mrs. Granger
stood and announced, "Boys, today we remember what we have to be thankful
for in our lives. It's a chance to remember what has happened, not only to
us, but those we consider family. Today's feast is made possible by two
such members of our family. Even though they no longer live here, Trevor
and Roger never ceased to be members of that family. Trevor asked to speak
to you all."

"Hey. Several months ago something happened to me, and to Roger as well. We
were both thirteens, me only a couple months since my birthday and Roger
just a couple months before his fourteenth. We both had the almost
unthinkable happen. We were adopted. I am thankful for the friends I had
when I was here, and for the friendship I still have with many of you. I am
thankful for the families who have opened their hearts to Roger and I. I am
thankful for Mrs. Granger and all of the staff who, even though there were
times I wondered if it were true, never had anything other than what was
best for us in their hearts. I am thankful for the food we are going to
share today. I am thankful for the best boyfriend that I could ever pray to
have. It's my hope that in the year to come many of you will have the
opportunity to find your own parents. If there is anything we can do to
help that happen, please, let us know. Please, enjoy the meal. Happy
Thanksgiving."

I was surprised by the amount of applause I received. We all sat and Roger
stood. "If everyone could please join hands," after a pause he continued,
"Lord, we thank you for the food we are about to share, we thank you for
having a place to stay. We thank you for our health and for the love we
share with each other, and, Lord, please look upon all those here and help
them to have more to be thankful for in the years to come. Amen."

At this point, we sat to eat. The mood in the hall was happier than I ever
remember it being in all the years I was here. I honestly hope that every
boy here finds a family, but those that don't. I hope they become family
for each other.

After everyone had eaten their fill of the wonderful meal and all of the
desserts they could stomach, Roger and I were sitting off at the side of
the hall when we were approached by several boys. Roger told me that they
were some of the boys who'd made his life difficult when he'd come out.
Alex was right there to make sure they didn't plan on any trouble.

"Excuse me, Roger? My name is Mickey. I'm ashamed to say I was part of the
group that made things difficult for you before you left us. I wanted you
to know that we've all come to realize that who we are shouldn't matter.
You'd never done or said anything wrong or hurtful to anyone. I just wanted
to tell you we're sorry for having been part of it."

My baby was having less trouble than I was keeping from showing his
emotions, but he took Mickey's hand and said, "It takes a big person to
admit when they were wrong. I really do appreciate that you came over to
say what you did. Please know I hold nothing against any of you. Happy
Thanksgiving."

The group of boys departed and I was left with the feeling that things can
get better.

Dinner complete, Roger and I walked over with Alex and Nigel to their room
to get their things so they could join us for the weekend. Malcolm wasn't
around and I was sorry I couldn't say goodbye. Fifteen minutes later we
were all in the limo heading for my house. Roger would be with us until
Sunday afternoon when we would bring Alex and Nigel back to the orphanage,
then drop Roger at his home.

"So, you had a full Thanksgiving feast today and another tomorrow, what do
you think of that?" I asked Nigel.

"Wow, I didn't know there was that much food in the entire world!" He
bubbled.

He seemed so excited being in a limo, but I think he was more excited to
have been given permission to leave the orphanage again for the first time
since Roger's party.

As we pulled into our estate, Nigel looked at me with an expression of awe.
"You live here? It's almost as big as the whole orphanage!"

Alex tried to hide his true feelings but I saw. I respected his desires not
to show it to Nigel, but I knew.

After pulling up to the front door, Dad and Daddy left Roger and I to show
the guys around. Entering the kitchen. I introduced the boys to Ange. She
turned, smiled at them and asked if they were hungry.

"No, Ma'am," Alex told her, "I don't think I'll even be able to eat for
days!"

"Ange, where's Robert and Ricky?"

"Ah, if I know them, they're probably in the hot tub."

"Thanks Ange, come on guys, let's go find them. Robert is Ange's son and
Ricky is his boyfriend." I explained to them about how I met Ricky and the
circumstances of the two meeting.

As we went out the sliding door, Ricky saw me, hopped out of the tub and
ran to me to give me a hug. The look on Nigel's face was classic. "Trevor,
he's naked!"

"Nigel, we usually go naked in the hot tub, we're all boys here," I
explained.

"But, Mrs. Ange isn't a boy."

"Well, I guess she isn't, but she's a mom," I explained. The look on his
face belied the fact that to him, that made all the sense in the world.

After introducing the guys to Robert, we went back inside and I showed them
my room and where they'd be staying. I suggested that they relax for a
while, while Roger and I did the same in my room. I showed them the
bathroom and shower in their suite, then left them to their own devices.

*** ~~~ Alex ~~~ ***

Laying here with Nigel sleeping, his head on my chest, in Trevor's house is
so peaceful. This bed is amazingly comfortable. I've been going through my
mind trying to think of what I have to be thankful for and it was easier
than I thought. With everything that's happened this year, I still have to
put getting together with Nigel at the top of the list.

It was so cool what Trevor said at the orphanage, about him hoping that all
of us got adopted. I know one thing, if I can't see Nigel almost every day,
I don't want to be adopted. If I had one wish, it would be that Nigel and I
get adopted at the same time. We can't get adopted by the same people cuz
then we'd be brothers and that would be gross; I don't ever want to feel
anything about him is gross.

Maybe we'll get adopted by next door neighbors somewhere. That would be
awesome. The biggest problem is I'm almost 15, and there aren't many people
who want to adopt a fifteen-year-old. Heck, Nigel is twelve and he's almost
too old; add to that the fact that we're both gay and you wind up with a
big fat zero as far as our chances of being adopted.

I'm not the praying type but I guess it doesn't hurt to cover all the
bases. `God: It's me, Alex, but you probably already know that. If you
could please help Nigel to get adopted, he really needs a loving home. I
love him with all my heart, but I also want what's best for him, and I
don't want to be the reason he has to stay in the orphanage. I hope you're
listening to me; I know I haven't been the best boy all my life. I hope
you'll hear what's in my heart and know. Thank you. Amen.'

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***

Well, I'm glad our Thanksgiving dinner is over. Nothing really spectacular
happened. The only real special things were hearing Alex, Nigel, Robert,
and Ricky's telling what they were thankful for. I'm glad we invited the
French's as well as Ange and her family. Henri closed the restaurant for
the day, but the weather was forecast to be nice so Daddy decided we'd have
it at our house on the deck by the pool.

Of course, the four basically said they were thankful for each other, but I
was a little embarrassed when each of them said they were thankful for
knowing me. I had a hard time holding back tears when I heard that. After
everyone left, I sat down with Daddy while Roger was taking a nap. Alex and
Nigel were in the hot tub. It was so funny...  Alex asked Nigel up in their
room if he wanted to go in the hot tub, naked. Nigel's response was to tear
off his clothing and streak downstairs, through the living room and outside
onto the deck by the hot tub. Alex followed him with towels for both of
them.

What Nigel didn't know was that Dad was already in the hot tub. When he
asked Nigel if he enjoyed Thanksgiving, the poor boy nearly jumped out of
his skin!

Anyway, back to what Daddy and I talked about; Daddy asked me how I felt
about what was said.

"Honestly, I was a bit embarrassed; after all, I'm not anyone special."

He looked at me with a very tender expression, "Trevor, don't ever think
that. You are someone special. You're intelligent, caring and
compassionate, you're as generous as the day is long; you have touched so
many people in a very short time. Think about it. If you hadn't met Ricky,
his mother wouldn't be living. If you hadn't confronted Alex, he'd still be
the bitter bully, afraid he was going to be found out; not to mention the
fact that had you not done what you did, he never would have become so
close with Nigel."

I thought about what he said and I guess he was right. I am a pretty lucky
boy.

Now I have to get plans in motion for Roger's birthday.

*** ~~~ Patrick ~~~ ***

I woke up this morning feeling a little scared. I love Scott so much it
hurts sometimes. All I think about when he's here is when we can have
private time together. I do that so often I think I'm thinking about it too
much. I know I can go to Dad or Papa about it, but I'm afraid how they'll
react. I know I shouldn't be but I am. Maybe if I call Trevor and Roger
they can give me some advice.

I'm waiting until about 11 in the morning so I don't wake them up, then I
call Trevor's number.

"Wow, Patrick...I didn't expect a call from you! How are you doing, nothing
wrong, I hope?" Trevor asked, seeming sincere.

"Um, yeah, I need some advice, are you where we can talk...privately?"

He hesitates a moment before asking, "Just me or me and Roger?"

"Oh, you and Roger, for sure!"

"Okay, we're walking up to my room. How's the rest of the family, did you
have a nice Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah, it was great. We have a lot to be thankful for. But that's kinda
what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Well, I'm putting you on speaker so Roger can hear and talk to you too,
we're in my room, and the door is closed." Trevor told me, then the next
thing I hear is Roger's voice saying, "Patrick! Hello! Is everything
alright?"

"Um, yeah...Hi Roger," suddenly I felt extremely nervous.

I must have been silent for a while because Roger asked, "Patrick? Are you
still there?"

"Yeah, sorry, this isn't easy to ask but... how much is too much?"

"Too much of what?" Trevor asked, surety is one thing that was definitely
not in his voice.

I hesitated, but finally got it out, "How do I know if I'm thinking of
doing it with Scott too much?"

"Oh my god, you two are fucking already? Trevor asked.

I was shocked, "NO! We're not doing THAT! Heck, all we've really done is
cuddle, kiss, and jack each other off. But what's bothering me is..." I
hesitated because it was embarrassing, "gosh, this is embarrassing me... I
lost a bet with him. As a result, I have to give him head. I'm scared
because I don't know if I'm ready to go that far yet. I mean, I love him, I
know I do, but..." I didn't know how to continue.

"Look Patrick," Trevor said, "here's what my Dad and Daddy told me. I was
not to do anything and they were emphatic about it being `anything', until
I felt ready for it. So, you're supposed to pay up on this debt; if it
comes to it, talk to him. I don't think he'd want you to do anything you're
not ready for."

Roger picked up at this point, "Love for one another means that you can
talk to each other. If Scott feels for you what you feel for him, he'll
listen to your reservations. Both of you should agree on whatever you're
going to do. That's what Trevor and I do. Do you need me to give you an
example?"

I wasn't sure what to say and after a moment Roger started talking again.
"A short time back, Trevor was all upset on the way to school.  As we rode
in the car I could feel something was wrong. Once we got out of the car I
asked him about it. He trusted me enough to tell me what the problem is and
together we worked it out. Talk to each other, it's the best way."

When he was finished I felt a lot better. "Scott is supposed to spend the
weekend; I'll talk to him tonight."


*** ~~~ Roger ~~~ ***

Trevor must have planned out my birthday long before I got here because
he's spent almost all his time with me. We're going to shower then go to
bed. It's late; we're still up because we decided to watch a movie with
Daddy and Papa. It was nice to sit and watch cuddling with my baby. I
didn't even care what movie we were watching. At one point I looked at the
screen and saw a cute boy about our age. That's when I asked what the movie
was called. It was funny because Daddy gave me a look, then said, "You are
watching a movie, and you don't know what it's called? Are you so into my
son that you don't pay attention to what's happening around you?"

I was scared because I thought he was scolding me and I hugged Trevor
tighter. When he saw my reaction, Daddy got up and sat down on the other
side of me and rubbed my back. He said, "Roger, I'm very sorry. I was
trying to make a joke and I guess, I took it too far. Can you forgive me?"

I couldn't stay mad at him, he looked like he was really upset for having
made me scared. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug, "Daddy, I
forgive you, but yes, I am so into your son that I don't care what else is
happening. Do you know why? Because I know he's watching, and I trust him
to keep me safe."

"I promise I will, Daddy. I love him as much or more than you love Dad."
Trevor commented.

Daddy went back to sit with Papa and we watched the rest of the movie. It
was good, honestly. I didn't think it was fair that they tricked Ender into
killing a whole race of beings. He thought it was a test, like a final
simulation. I hope they make a part 2."

Up in the shower Trevor wouldn't let me do anything. He washed me from head
to toe, I expected he'd at least give me a blowjob but he didn't. He was
very thorough in making sure I was clean everywhere. He did let me wash his
hair and his back and legs, but he wanted to do his own butt. I thought
that a bit odd, honestly.

He escorted me to the bed and we both got in. He pulled the covers over and
we cuddled. About 10 minutes later I was about to fall asleep when his
phone's alarm went off. He turned to me and said, "Happy Birthday, Baby!"

What followed was the most amazing night of sex we've ever had. Best
birthday present ever.

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***

I woke up early on Roger's birthday. He was still sleeping with a smile
after last night. I lost count of how many times I made him cum, no wonder
he's still asleep.  Slowly, I got out of bed, went in to pee, then got
dressed and went downstairs.

Dad and Daddy were there as I'd asked them to be. I had gone over my plans
with them and they'd agreed to follow them. After a brief discussion over a
glass of juice, they set off to implement my plan as I grabbed a tray put
two glasses of orange juice, two bagels (toasted with butter and cream
cheese already spread, thank to Daddy), and a plate of scrambled eggs
(Roger's favorite way to eat eggs), toast, and a couple strips of bacon. A
thought went through my mind that the bacon made me think of Jake,
Patrick's brother.

I carried the tray upstairs and opened my door. I started singing `Happy
Birthday' to my lover which caused him to wake up. He still had a smile on
his face as he looked at me and asked, "Oh my, what is this?"

"I made you breakfast in bed. I figured I'd share a bagel and some juice
with you while you ate."

His expression told it all, he was so surprised. I placed the tray over his
lap and we proceeded to eat. Just as we were finishing my phone rang. It
was Patrick calling back.

"Hello Patrick, good morning. You're on speaker with me and Roger, we're in
my room with the door closed."

"Happy Birthday Roger!" Patrick said before a younger voice said, "Is that
Roger from our trip?"

I overheard, "Yes Jake, please go downstairs. I need to talk to Trevor and
Roger in private, can you do that for me?" The little boy replied, "Yeah,
and I will close the door."  Patrick replied, "Thanks little brother, I
love you!" As Jake was leaving we heard him yell, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGER!"
Roger just chuckled and said, "That boy is just so adorable!"  Patrick
continued, "I love him to death, but it's hard to get any privacy at times.
What I called for was to tell you that I appreciated our talk yesterday,
even though I couldn't talk to Scott."

"Why not?" I asked.

"He was supposed to come over but got stuck at his Grandma or Aunts house,
I forget which. But I promise I'll talk to him as soon as I can. I wanted
to tell you this in private, I know my whole family wants to wish you a
happy birthday, Roger." He concluded.

"Thanks Patrick. I'll look forward to the call." Roger replied. Then we
ended the call.

After we finished eating, I told Roger to stay where he was, I'd be right
back.

*** ~~~ Roger~~~ ***

If I didn't get another thing I've had the best birthday of my life. Last
night Trevor focused solely on me. I can't wait till April and his
birthday. That's going to be a fun time!

But, I am certain the day isn't over yet. At the very least, there'll be a
party. The question is, who will be coming?

As I lay there waiting for Trevor to come back, Nigel bursts into the room
and throws himself onto the bed. He gives me a hug and wishes me a happy
birthday then I notice...

"Nigel, why are you naked?"

The little imp replied, "It's your birthday so I'm wearing my birthday
suit!"

After giving me another hug and a kiss on the cheek, Nigel hopped off the
bed and as he's about to leave he sees, hanging on a hook on the back of
the open closet door, Trevor's flower pajamas.

"Wow, I like those!" Nigel exclaims.

"Why don't you try them on nudist boy?" I reply.

He puts them on and he's so adorable I can't help myself, "EVERYONE COME
QUICK!" I yell.

Moments later a stampede enters our door led by Trevor. Once Daddy, Papa,
and Alex see Nigel wearing that flower suit there was no question, it'll
belong to him.

"So, Nigel, today may be my birthday, but you're getting a present!"

Of course, Papa get pictures.

After everyone but Trevor leave and he's closed the door, he says, "Well,
just about everything is set for the party. But is there anything you'd
like to do for your birthday? You name it and we'll do it."

I was a bit embarrassed but I said meekly, "I've been looking at things on
the internet and there was something I saw that sorta intrigued me. Have
you ever heard of `bondage'?"

Trevor looked into my eyes and said, "Yes, I've heard about it, why?"

I could tell he was a little nervous and I almost told him to forget it but
finally said, "I think I'd like to try it, just the simple stuff, no whips
or anything that can really hurt."

I could see Trevor thinking about it, finally he asked, "Is it okay if we
talk to Daddy, or Dad, or both? You have to agree that they have never
given us bad advice, and they've never really stopped us from doing
anything, and even told us what to expect."

Needless to say I was embarrassed, but he was right. "Maybe Daddy, I'd be
too embarrassed to talk to Papa about it."

A few minutes later, Daddy was sitting with us. Trevor, my knight in bikini
underwear saved me by opening the conversation, "Daddy, what do you know
about `bondage'?"

He looked at us for a few moments before saying, "I know that there are
those who feel it can enhance the sexual experience, but there are those
who are really turned off by it. It depends on the people involved. Why are
you two considering trying it?"

Trevor looked at me and I was about to nod so he could continue but I felt
I needed to be the one to say it. "Trevor asked me if there was anything I
wanted to do on my Birthday. I'd seen some bondage videos and it looked
like it could be fun. Now, I wasn't talking about the really bad stuff,
just a few restraints, things like that."

Again Daddy looked at us, I think he was trying to formulate his response.
It seemed like ages before he said, "Well, you both know I will not stop
you from doing things you want to do, but I will tell you what to expect."

Daddy left after going over the good, bad, and ugly of bondage and Trevor
and I agreed we'd try it tonight. But for now, it's time for us to get
ready for my party.

*** ~~~ Nick ~~~ ***

After my talk with Trevor and Roger about a subject I hadn't ever expected
to talk to them about, I walked into Bobby's study. "Babe, we need to talk."

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, concern evident.

"Actually, I don't think so. Trevor and Roger came to me a few minutes ago
asking about bondage."

"My, I hadn't expected them to think about that for at least another two or
three years. What did you tell them?" Bobby asked.

I think Bobby could see the blush on my face because he smiled and said,
"No, you didn't!"

"No, I didn't... not exactly... They asked if I could take them out to buy some
things they'd need and... I sorta told them that I already had what they
needed."

Bobby just laughed at me. Some husband!


*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***

I'm not sure about Roger's request. I mean, it scares me; but I'll do it
for him. I'd do anything for him. I just can't promise I'll enjoy it. I
mean, either way... I don't think I'd like being `restrained' and I know I
wouldn't like restraining him. But, there's no way for him to know what
it's like if I stop him from experimenting. I will do my best to allow him
to do that, but, at the same time I won't do something I'm not comfortable
with.

But enough of that for now, I have a party to put on!

I went downstairs after making Roger promise to stay in our room. I asked
Alex and Nigel to keep him occupied while I got things underway.

As I went downstairs I heard the commotion as preparations were underway.
Henri and Marine were busy in the kitchen, Dad was out in the back making
sure the yard was being set up according to my plan. Daddy was flitting
from here to there; I think he was more excited about this than I was.

Me? I made sure it was all happening as it should. Grandpa was watching me
and at one point I got a little self-conscious and went over and asked,
"What do you keep looking at, Grandpa?"

"My boy, I am enjoying seeing you work. You seem calm and collected on the
outside, but, if you're anything like I expect you are, you're worried sick
that it happens as you wanted and that Roger has a good time. Now, don't
get me wrong, that's how you should be. I wouldn't expect any less. What it
does tell me is, you're the right person to take over King Enterprises when
the time comes. I know you're going to be a fair person but will be strong
enough to make sure you're not taken advantage of."

I was a bit embarrassed by his praise but it did remind me of something.
"Grandpa, this isn't the time to get into it but... Last time I was at your
office. Something didn't feel right. I mean, I'm not all that sure of how
things are supposed to be but I got the impression that they're not telling
you everything. Matter of fact, I get the feeling that some of them are
actually hiding things from you."

"Well, Trevor, since you mention it, I've been getting the same feeling.
Over the next few weeks I'll be keeping a close eye on things, without them
knowing I'm keeping a close eye on things. If there's something wrong,
we'll find it. I promise you that. But, as you said, this wasn't the time
to get into it. Don't let me keep you, you have a party to get off the
ground."

He gave me a hug, smacked me on my butt, and sent me off on my way. I love
him more every time I talk to him. I had concerns that up till now I hadn't
said anything about because I didn't know how he'd react. Now though, I
know I can tell him things like that. I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think I
am.

So, it's about time for the party to begin. The place is set up perfectly,
the guests are starting to arrive. I guess it's time for me to go get
dressed.

*** ~~~ Roger ~~~ ***

Alex and Nigel are doing what they can to keep me occupied but I can't help
but be excited about what Trevor has planned. Knowing him it'll be big. But
even if it's just he and I and a few friends, it would be the best birthday
of my life.

I don't care if I don't even get any presents because I already have two of
the best presents I could every want. My parents and Trevor. Add the great
friends I've made and I know I'm a pretty lucky 14-year-old.

As Trevor arrives I thank Alex and Nigel for keeping me company since
Trevor is being a big meanie and not letting me know what's happening. This
causes Nigel to giggle and Alex to smile. Trevor though, acted like he was
hurt by what I'd said, but I know him well enough to know he's not. He and
I both have a mischievous side when it comes to each other.

Once Trevor and I are alone he starts undressing me. "Trevor, Babe...do we
have time for this? We have guests arriving."

He responds and I get a little embarrassed by but happy with what he says.
He says, "Babe, wait for tonight for sex, we need to shower and dress! You
are becoming a real sex maniac... but I love you for it."

He leads me into the bathroom and we take a shower together. I so want to
make love to him but he's right. We need to get ready for our guests. Once
showered and dried we go into his room and I intended to try to decide what
to wear when he says, "Okay, here we go..." He hands me a pair of bikini
undies then heads into his closet. He comes out with a new suit. It was tan
leather... pants and jacket. He had a western shirt for me to wear under it
and a string tie. He then handed me a box.

I look at the box and it says, "To Roger: Happy Birthday. The Bolt Family."
I opened it and inside was a beautiful tan Stetson cowboy hat.

As I was appreciating the hat, Trevor snuck into the closet and came out
wearing a similar outfit but his was a dark brown leather. He told me that
he'd had both suits made by an American Indian friend of the Bolt's the
suits were custom made. He told me that he'd talked to Patrick about a
month ago and he had asked what I'd like for my birthday. Trevor asked what
he had in mind and he'd said he wanted to get a hat. Trevor then arranged
for him to get a hat for him and to put him in touch with his friend who
had their boots made.

About the time I was finished dressing Trevor called me over to the
computer. We sat and Trevor brought up Skype. He looked at the clock and
started counting... Four, three, two, one... and at that moment the computer
starting ringing telling us there was a Skype call incoming.

He answered it and there on the screen was the whole Bolt family. They
wished me a happy birthday then Patrick said, "Man, you look great in those
suits. I hope you like your present, Roger."

"It wasn't necessary for you to get me anything, but I want to thank all of
you for the hat. I love it." I was a bit misty because these people who
we'd only met recently have become some of our closest friends... and I'm not
just referring to Patrick and Scott, but their whole family.

We talked to them for a few minutes then Trevor told them we had to go for
my party. We said our goodbyes and I made Patrick promise to call again
soon.

With that we went down to the party.

*** ~~~ Nigel ~~~ ***

WOW! This party was great. Trevor had a band and there was a ton of food.
Uncles Nick and Bobby took Alex and me out yesterday so we could get Roger
presents.  We didn't have any money, but they said not to worry about it,
they'd take care of it.

I got him a new journal. I know he kept one when he was at the orphanage so
I knew he'd like it. Alex got him some dumb clothes. He can be so lame at
times.

Speaking of Alex, it's been cool spending the night with him since we've
been here at Trevor's house. I really do love him and I know he loves me
too. The other night, he thought I was sleeping and what I heard almost
made me cry. He prayed for me. I don't know what I did to deserve him.

I finally got him to do some sexy stuff with me last night, even if it was
only letting me suck him. He keeps worrying about me being so young. Heck,
I'm twelve... a boy has needs, you know!

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***

The party couldn't have gone better. Roger seemed to enjoy himself but I
was exhausted. I led Roger up to our room and we undressed. After a quick
shower we walked to my bed and found what Daddy had left for us. He'd left
a set of padded handcuffs and a set of padded ankle cuffs, both had long
ropes so they could be tied to the bedposts. He also left a blindfold.

We both looked at the stuff and then each other. Finally, I asked Roger
which way he wanted to do it? He blushed actually and asked if he could
restrain me so he could show me how much he loved me. I found that kind of
opposite actually... but I told him it was his birthday and he could do it
however he wanted.

I laid down on the bed and he connected the cuffs to my wrists and attached
them to the bedposts, he then did the same with my ankles. It felt weird
laying in the shape of an `X' on my bed. Roger crawled up and straddled my
body giving me a kiss then started kissing down my body.

Under normal circumstances I would be hard as a rock by this time but I was
actually starting to freak out a little. I mean, being restrained made me
feel like I was being used. When he had kissed down to my dick and he saw
it was still soft he looked me in the eye and knew.

"I'm sorry, Babe. I thought it would be fun, but if it's not fun for both
of us, it's not fun at all." Roger averred.

He undid the cuffs and cuddled next to me in the bed. I rolled on my side
away from him so he wouldn't see my tears. I feel as if I failed him. I
hope he's not too upset.

[To be Continued]

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